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Small Town, Big Life

New toy October 30, 2006

Filed under: Uncategorized — handwritten @ 2:47 am

I finally broke down today and bought a laptop. I didn’t need it but it was something that I wanted. Why not? I’ll put it to good use and I will have fun with it.

See my post “The World According to C” for my thoughts on wants and needs.

 

This says it all

Filed under: Uncategorized — handwritten @ 2:45 am

“The biggest myth about Southern women is that
we are frail types – fainting on our sofas.
Nobody where I grew up ever acted like that.
We were about as fragile as coal trucks.”
–Lee Smith

 

If a Southerner didn’t think of this… October 29, 2006

Filed under: Coke,Fried Coke,Southern — handwritten @ 4:26 pm

You can’t make this stuff up…

From Reuters:

Fri Oct 27, 8:34 AM ET

A new fast food is making its debut at U.S. fairs this fall — fried Coke.

Abel Gonzales, 36, a computer analyst from Dallas, tried about 15 different varieties before coming up with his perfect recipe — a batter mix made with Coca-Cola syrup, a drizzle of strawberry syrup, and some strawberries.

Balls of the batter are then deep-fried, ending up like ping-pong ball sized doughnuts which are then served in a cup, topped with Coca-Cola syrup, whipped cream, cinnamon sugar and a cherry on the top.

“It tastes great,” said Sue Gooding, a spokeswoman for the State Fair of Texas where Gonzales’ fried Coke made its debut this fall. “It was a huge success.”

Gonzales ran two stands at the State Fair of Texas and sold up to 35,000 fried Cokes over 24 days for $4.50 each — and won a prize for coming up with “most creative” new fair food.

Now other fairs in North Carolina and Arizona are following the trend, and other people are trying to emulate Gonzales’ recipe.

Gonzales gave no indication of the calories in his creation and said he would not patent it.

“The best I can hope for is that it’s the original and hopefully the best fried Coke out there,” he said.

But Gonzales said the success of his fried Coke had inspired him. Next year’s fair-goers can look forward to fried Sprite or — for those watching their weight — fried diet Coke.

“We are trying to cut a lot of the sugar out of it. It has less calories but it’s still very, very sweet,” he said.

Ray Crockett, a spokesman for Coca-Cola Co., said: “We’re constantly amazed at the creative ways folks find to enjoy their Coke and make it part of celebrations like fairs and festivals. This is one is definitely different!”

 

The OCD of Writing October 28, 2006

Filed under: OCD,Uncategorized,Writing — handwritten @ 10:33 pm

I was leafing through a recent issue of Details that had been sent to my office when an article about OCD caught my attention. One particular section struck a chord with me. I think those of you out there who are writers will appreciate it.

“When I consider the problem-solving nature of writing fiction – how whatever book I happen to be working on is always broke, stuck, incomplete, a Yale lock that won’t open, a subroutine that won’t execute, yet day after day I return to it knowing that if I just keep at it I will pop the thing loose – it begins to seem to me that writing may be, in part, a disorder: sheer unfettered XO9 [Obsessive Compulsive Disorder]. Look at Borges with his knives and his tigers, or Nabokov with his butterflies, or Irving with his bears, or Plath with her camps and her ovens; look at every writer, writing the same damn story, the same poetry, returning endlessly to the same themes, the same motifs, the same locales, the same lost summer or girl or father, book after book. Why do you keep writing about gay men who are friends with straight men? people want to know. Why are bad things always happening to dogs in your books? What’s with all the sky similes? Why did you use the word spavined, like, 17 times in one novel? Sometimes I try to come up with sensible answers to these questions, logical explanations for these recurring tropes, motifs, and phrases, but in truth there’s only one honest answer that a writer in the grip of XO9 can give: I can’t help it.”

-Excerpt from All in the Family: After his son is diagnosed with OCD, the author examines a familial history of compulsive behavior by Michael Chabon. Details, November 2006 Issue.

 

Amazing insight…

Filed under: Uncategorized — handwritten @ 5:17 am

As I meandered through the endless web of MySpace pages tonight, I stumbled across an old high school friend’s music page. I was listening to his music and saw that he had a few blog entries. I decided to read and I found this one. Read it, let it sink in, then react.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

 

Just Another Lunch

Have you ever seen the look of complete shame in a man’s eyes. I have several times. I saw it in the eyes of my father, a man who let alchahol take away everything he had worked for. I heard the shame in his voice as he explained why he failed to call for so long. He had been waiting for something to happen that he could be proud of. He wanted to call in a time of triumph, but that time never came. I saw and heard that same shame a few days ago. Not from my father, who passed away several years ago, but from a man in downtown Nashville trying to find a way to eat lunch. I was getting a sandwich in a sub-shop when the man approached holding a tattered dollar and some change. He very quietly said “Sir, this is all the money I have. Will you please take it and cover the rest so that I can have a sandwich?” This is not an unusual occurance in downtown Nashville and normally I would have waved him off, but something in this man struck me. In his voice, I heard my father’s shame. In his eyes, I saw my father’s weariness.I offered to cover his lunch and declined his crumpled dollar and change, but he would not allow it. It was all he had, but he demanded that I take what he could pay. And then this man, at least twenty years my senior, looked at me and asked, “What can I order”? I told him to order whatever looked good to him. He thanked me no less than twenty times before he got his sandwich and several times more after. As he walked away, I sat in front of the meal that I did not sacrifice a great deal for, the meal that I did not have to shed my pride for. I sat and I thought about what it would take for me to be in his shoes. I’m fortunate to have enough to get by and if I didn’t, I have friends and family who care for me. But I understand how fragile these securities are. I thought about how quickly Job lost everything he had worked for. Mostly, I thought about my father, wondering if he ever had to beg for a meal. I wish I had asked the man to sit with me. I wish I had known exactly what to say or do. I still have the crumpled dollar. Maybe I’ll keep it to remind me that I’m not so different than that man in the street. I saw my father in him, I can only pray that he saw Christ in me.

The original (and some pretty good songwriting) can be found here .

I particularly like “For Lack of a Better Word” and “My Baby Drives a Truck” – yes, it’s country.

 

Take a Chill Pill People! October 27, 2006

Filed under: Relax,Uncategorized — handwritten @ 3:28 pm

I really wish people would chill out. I know that not everyone responds well under pressure but if your job warrants high stress situations, let’s be adults. People respond differently to stress. Some get overzealous and go crazy with emails and phone calls, scared they are going to miss something. Others sit quietly until the pressure gets so high they can’t hold it in anymore, exploding on anyone who says anything out of the way. Yet, there are others who handle stress well. I am one of those people. You can pretty much throw anything at me and I can handle it. My bosses in many of my past jobs have commented on how well I work under pressure. I just don’t get flustered. Frustrated – yes. Flustered – no. And, I only get frustrated when something is out of my control, say the computer decides to eat the last two hours of my work or Word’s formatting goes haywire – again. But, those things are not major in my book. Give me pages to write, proposals to pull together, bills to pay, appointments to attend – I am okay. Work is work. Life is life. The work will never be completely finished. Life will always be there. There will always be “something.” You just have to do one thing at a time and know that tomorrow something else will be there. It’s not the most glamorous life to live but even the glamorous people have crap to do.

 

Make someone smile today. October 26, 2006

Filed under: happiness,Uncategorized — handwritten @ 9:31 pm

I’ve checked my email for the hundredth time today, hoping that someone somewhere would have taken a moment out of their day to send me a note. I am not asking for much, just a simple hello would do.

I get this way sometimes – not feeling fully in the “loop.” I feel sometimes like everyone is in on a big event, idea or joke – everyone except me. Now, I know that’s not true. But don’t you ever feel that way?

I call this the Curse of the Self-Centeredness. Why are we worried about our inboxes when we should be worried about others’ inboxes? If we are sitting around wishing for a “hello” email to break-up the monotony of the day, don’t you think they may well be too?

Send an email. Make someone smile.